Tempus fugit

I can’t believe its thursday.  Two weeks notice felt like a long time, but its nearly half over.  I feel so unprepared.

 I STILL don’t have an apartment secured up in Minneapolis.  I’m getting frustrated and nervous, because I can’t contact movers when I don’t know where I’ll be moving to, etc.

Bright spot again- when I pulled into my driveway, Christo was working on my house– shirtless!  I had to walk right past him to get inside.  I said hello, and then looked at him and said, “I like your ink.”  He looked down at his shoulder and said, “Thanks.”  And then promptly put his shirt back on.

Damn.

But he WAS still wearing his torn camo shorts, oddly enough.  And I tell you, I don’t think the boy was wearing underwear.  He bent over numerous times for paint and I did not see any fabric suggesting an undergarment.  Also, the way his shirt pulled up in back and his shorts pulled down… no strap.  No nothing. 

Sigh.